I first met the Grimr in a book called the White Hart
by Nancy Springer. In it, she appears as an old weaver and seeress named Ylim. She captivated my imagination when I read the following passage. The imagery and feel was forever burned into my memory, my imagination, my soul. I have encountered them in many guises since, but never with the power of that first encounter. It will forever be what I think of, what I feel, what I know, when i think of them.FFF,
~Muninn's Kiss
